Tuesday, February 5, 2008

three days worth from natasha

which face?

again, the voices
disagree-
open the cage
or pour the honey?
after a long silence
either action will
wound.
which voice speaks
for me? which face
will suit?

--

son

little explosions
mark his passage
feet aggressively
pounding the ground
rattling furniture and
dust-covered baubles
primitive structure
of language and form
carefully chosen words
and a smile, to tell
us stories of tiny
moons in juice or
big noodles
he turns us
into mirrors, he
makes us plants.

--

haiku

there are no words now
traffic noise and wind are all
sunday after noon.

2 comments:

anna kiss said...

You're doing great, Natasha! Thanks for joining me. The "tiny moons in juice" line made me smile. I like that one especially.

ksaint said...

Natasha,

I love the imagery, especially in your second poem.